The Stranger felt waves of dizziness wash over him, his eyes wide open like a corpse lying on the ground.
The night sky was dyed red by the flames, while Gargoyles screeched sharply, flying past like a swarm of bats.
It wasn't that he wanted to feign death to evade the attack, but rather because he felt his limbs ice-cold and numb, unable to muster any strength.
——Besides, under his beloved creation, playing dead was futile in the first place.
The Gargoyles' shells were the work of amber craftsmen; their essence was no different from that of Hellhounds, with Familiars' souls inside. However, the anti-magic Gargoyles crafted by the amber craftsmen were more robust and reliable than that rusted scrap iron.
Whether based on the Path of Dusk or the Path of Transcendence, both were exceptionally skilled at manipulating souls. From the very start, the search mode of the Gargoyles was aimed at souls, making invisibility, camouflage, or death feigning useless.
